Bathroom Horror Stories.

Some amusing graffiti I found in the Modern Languages bathroom:

Now I sit here broken hearted,

I came to poop,

but only farted...

edited 21st Aug '11 12:07:32 PM by Vellup

That is very funny.

edited 21st Aug '11 12:09:19 PM by lolacat

I've seen that before, as well as the second verse:

Later when I got my second chance

I tried to fart but shit my pants.

I've probably caused a bathroom horror story once (since one of the stories in here about bestial moaning) apparently counts). Basically, me + lactose = Loud noises of me groaning in pain and a smell so foul at times that I've probably made people think that there were rotting feces in the bathroom

I remember that once all boys washrooms save the one across the offic and the boys locker room in the gym (where there would be witnesses) were locked back in highschool because somebody thought smearing feces on the walls was funny. By forcing all the guys to use the bathroom across from the office, they were more likely to catch the idiot

It was the only bathroom along with the locker room toilets that were available for half the year. And I don't think they ever caught the guy

Since I didn't know at the time about my lactose intolerance, I caused one or two line ups by taking up the only stall for up to an hour =/

My, but that is funny.

Today, our toilet had some poo on the seat. Kind of set the tone for the day.

"Here I sit, broken hearted" is rather old, actually, dating back to when you needed to pay to use public stalls. Paying for the stall then finding out you didn't need it is a lot more annoying than just going into a freebie stall and finding out it wasn't necessary.

Half of the heads on board are secured right now while the ship has contractors replacing some pipe sections and doing work in the storage tanks. This makes me dread how bad the ones attached to my berthing are going to be when everything is hooked back up at the end of next week. One of the heads next door has already been filled with feces, so I hope they do a better job locking the door this time to keep people out, because that is going to be nasty.

An old flatmate who lived in Greece was reluctant to flush toilet paper, as water supply is apparently severely limited over there (another Greek flatmate assured me this is at least partially an exaggeration), and she wasn't convinced that we could flush with sufficient power to get rid of toilet paper in this country. She didn't believe that such a utopia could exist.

She was also reluctant to empty the bin that she'd decided would make a nice home for her shitty toilet paper. Understandable, as it was shit-covered toilet paper. Of course, no-one else would touch it either. Eventually, she resorted to leaving her shitty toilet paper all over the window-sill, floor and shower base.

This started to get out of hand while I was away from the place, when I came back I was pretty appalled.

I also put my foot in a partially-eviscerated rodent once (poss. a young rat, tail was removed so I couldn't tell), but frankly I prefer that to human shit, and luckily I've avoided that so far. Cats are bastards, though.

Dude...wait...what? That is just...

Hehe, that's a good reaction

Honestly, it sounds bad, but I don't think that in practice (-se?) it was as bad as most of the other stories in here.

I mean, damn. You people have had some poor luck.

It seems that everyone at my school pisses on the toilet seats. This is a school where people are sixteen at the youngest, and nobody besides myself actually has the maturity and respect to use the actual toilet bowl instead of the seat?

I think you're expecting far too much maturity out of sixteen-yr-olds.